Drivin’ the Point

So okay, Gary and I recently saw a couple of movies at Sunset Drive-in: Godzilla and The Amazing Spiderman 2.

Godzilla is a movie about the famous giant lizard. This version opens with a man losing his husband at the nuclear plant where they work. In effect, he causes his husband’s death because he has to seal off part of the plant to protect others from the fallout during a breach. So of course he is tormented by this throughout the movie…

Oh, wait, just kidding, that didn’t happen. He had a wife, as is typical of Hollywood, which is actually quite conservative despite the ridiculous claims otherwise.

And Spiderman 2, of course, is a movie about the famous spider-like human. In addition to fighting evil-doers and being an all-American champion of the people, this superhero has an on-again, off-again, tumultuous relationship with his boyfriend…

Oh, wait, just kidding, that didn’t happen. Because Spidey has a girlfriend.

During the same week we saw the movies with their “blatant” and “disgusting” displays of heterosexuality, Michael Sam celebrated his getting picked by the Rams by kissing his boyfriend. I’m not kidding here, as that did happen, as he does have a boyfriend.

Though I am just kidding about “blatant” and “disgusting” as I would never say that about displays of either heterosexuality or homosexuality, as at their cores they are both natural expressions of being human.

But some folks think otherwise, using a different standard for evaluation. Upset by the Michael Sam kiss, they are going on various and nonsensical tirades about it. The Russell Report remarks on this perpetual – and ironic — double standard:

Others want gays to keep it in the bedroom, which isn’t entirely true. The couple in Lawrence v. Texas were arrested for gay sex despite keeping it in the bedroom.

The thing is, though, sexuality is never kept in the bedroom. Certain physical acts, yes, but certainly not the attraction component of it, which is “on display” everywhere. We are social animals by nature. As such, we are constantly forming bonds with one another and expressing those bonds in different ways.

A nod, a shake of hands, a pat on the back.

A smile.

A penis and vagina, a penis and ass, or no penises at all.

A kiss…

Those in a tizzy over Michael Sam probably watch movies like Godzilla and Spiderman and barely register the heterosexual content. They live in a world of privilege, validation and reinforced assumptions of their reflected world that make such registering unnecessary.

But I register it and I point it out. And I counter it.

Not by telling the makers of Godzilla and Spiderman to keep it in the bedroom. But instead, I write about it. Sometimes directly in blog posts such as this. Mostly, though, I prefer to drive the point more subtly by simply writing stories with queer protagonists that reflect my world.

My world which is their world which is your world too: our shared world of hugging, nodding, kissing, fucking, talking, touching, listening, loving, and just plain existing.